Chapter 334: Chapter 206: For a Happy Sex Life, What’s Wrong with Sacrificing Little Brother No. 2!_2

"Holy crap? This really works???"

"It’s actually gotten bigger! You don’t even need to take your pants off; you can see the bulge from the pants. It must be at least ten centimeters!"

"This isn’t a bee; it’s Hua Tuo reincarnated, the only savior for my roommate Li Jiran’s lifetime!"

"Damn it, do you have no shame! Using my name to flaunt around, you’re looking for trouble!"

"..."

While slowly helping Wang Dachui up, Ning An casually remarked, "The bee just now was so big, it must have mutated. The venom is probably more potent, and it might not be easy for the swelling to go down."

Smack!

Wang Dachui slapped his thigh with a mix of pain and delight, "I don’t want it to go down, let it stay swollen forever!"

At the same time, he didn’t forget to grin widely, thanking the ancestral master, "Miraculous! Just miraculous! It’s like instant results. Ancestral Master above, once I conquer my wife at home, I will definitely come back to give thanks!"

Seeing this, Ning An couldn’t help but chuckle along.

Of course, Ning An wouldn’t tell him that the swelling would indeed last a lifetime.

The taste of it, well, let him savor it himself for the rest of his life.

"Daoist Master, could you please give me a hand and take me to the parking lot outside?"

As he calmed down a bit, Wang Dachui looked at Ning An with some embarrassment.

"Of course."

Ning An smiled slightly and supported him as they walked towards the exit of the temple.

The system panel clearly stated that the price would only manifest once he left the Daoist Temple.

Seeing such a prompt for the first time, Ning An was very curious to see what the system’s price would be.

Now that Wang Dachui had asked him to accompany him, it couldn’t be more perfect.

"Come, lift your leg, slowly lift."

As soon as they stepped out of the temple gate, Ning An eagerly looked at the top of his head.

Sure enough, the light blue panel appeared again.

[Price: His second brother grew rapidly, and the excessive length made the foreskin unbearable. In pain, he picked up a small card from the car and went to the hospital address for a circumcision.

But the hospital wasn’t legitimate, aiming to increase income by having attractive nurses in provocative outfits care for the patients. His second brother swelled, the seams burst, causing unbearable pain and continuous bleeding, requiring another surgery and re-stitching!]

LOL!

When Ning An saw this price, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Wearing red boxers during his zodiac year, being mistaken for a flower by a mutated bee, Ning An could bear it, considering it’s a crucial step in fulfilling a wish.

But this hospital is just outrageous!

Charging for one cut isn’t enough; they have to let a sexy nurse in a provocative outfit care for someone who just had a circumcision?

Goodness, they’re not even seeing someone who had a circumcision as an eunuch!

They truly excel in offering the best service attitude, earning as much ill-gotten money as possible.

This system is getting more devious, what a genius move!

Wang Dachui naturally noticed Ning An’s laugh but didn’t mind.

His previous humility was swept away, and inexplicably, he felt like he was the most badass under the sky.

"Daoist Master, I..."

Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned beet red with hints of purple, clutching his lower abdomen in more apparent pain.

"Your second brother grew suddenly, and the skin doesn’t adapt immediately. Cut the foreskin, and it will be fine."

Seeing Wang Dachui’s pleading eyes, Ning An smiled and comforted him.

"Dao...Daoist Master, could you give me a ride, I’m really in pain...it hurts so much..."

Wang Dachui began trembling uncontrollably, his body went cold, limbs spasming, and a hoarse voice emitted painful moans.

His jaws clenched, his face distorted in agony, large beads of sweat continuously dripping down his forehead.

"Alright, wait a minute, let me get the live streaming equipment."

Wang Dachui groaned in pain, "Okay...please hurry, Daoist Master..."

Once Ning An picked up the streaming equipment, the friends in the live chat got excited instantly.

"Holy crap, are we getting some juicy gossip again?"

"Sure must be! Whenever Brother Sect Leader picks up the streaming equipment, there’s gonna be some big news for us!"

"So excited, so thrilled, I’ve prepared my rice, just waiting for the juicy gossip to join my meal!"

"..."

Ning An didn’t respond to the bullet comments but quickly helped Wang Dachui into his car.

After fastening the seatbelt, Ning An casually asked, "Do you know any andrology hospitals? I’ll set up the navigation."

"No...none..."

Wang Dachui’s face was turning a shade of purple, out of both pain and embarrassment.

He did visit a few andrology hospitals before, consulting various doctors for his condition.

But all those doctors, without exception, shook their heads after examination, implying: there’s no cure, go home and wait for death.

This made the already sensitive Wang Dachui furious, leading to arguments with those quack doctors.

You could say he argued at every hospital he visited, and was blacklisted by almost every well-known andrology hospital in Z City.

That’s why Wang Dachui felt a bit awkward saying he didn’t know any.

"Wait, there is...one!"

Suddenly, Wang Dachui seemed to recall something, gritting his teeth as he took out a fancy small card from his pocket and handed it to Ning An:

"This one, let’s go to this one!"

Looking at the small card handed over, Ning An showed a mysterious smile:

"This fits perfectly."

Wang Dachui, writhing in pain on the seat, naturally didn’t hear what Ning An said.

But the live streaming device was close to Ning An, and the friends heard it clearly.

"Fits perfectly? What fits perfectly, a little horse and a big car?"

"Who cares what fits perfectly, I’m just envious. Such obvious results, and even needing circumcision, it’s simply miraculous!"

"Brother Sect Leader, where can I find that kind of bee in the mountains? Don’t get me wrong, it’s not for me, my roommate Li Jiran really needs it."

"Damn you! Don’t come back from the library later; I’ve already reserved your bed for you, just go sleep in the dorm manager’s room later!"

"Ah...isn’t this inappropriate, Auntie, I didn’t come on my own, it was my roommate who forced me, I’m coming in~"

...

Just as Ning An took Wang Dachui down the mountain to the andrology hospital.

Yingjiang.

Still in Old Deng’s office.

At this moment, Old Deng’s face was as dark as water.

Recently, he was almost driven mad by one bad news after another.

Two months ago, he had Warton launch the secret agent plan, trying to uncover the secrets hidden in Dragon Country.

But as soon as the operation started, it was a fiasco at Changchun Temple. They hadn’t even figured out where Tina slipped up, and the Dragon Country officials had already swiftly cleaned out most of their agents.

This directly announced the failure of the operation led by Warton.

But this wasn’t too bad since it was a secret plan, few in Yingjiang knew about it, so its impact on the political scene was minimal.

If he doesn’t do something now, he might really have no chance to come back!

Old Deng looked around the office with a sense of loss.

But soon, the sense of loss turned into determination. He picked up the desk phone, dialed a few numbers, and connected a call:

"I’m Old Deng, I can agree to your proposal."

"Oh? You’ve finally thought it through."

A laugh came from the other end, not sounding too old, like someone in their forties.

Old Deng leaned back, even if facing imminent failure, he retained an air of authority: "I have one condition."

The voice on the other end sounded reasonable, replying softly: "Naturally, please go ahead."

"I can fully support your puppet’s ascent, but you must agree to let the Old Deng family also develop that magical land."

The other end fell silent, but Biden hadn’t finished: "I also need you to promise, no matter the cost, to let me walk that path."

"Walt? Mr. President, you must be joking, at your age..."

"I’m not joking!"

As if sensing Old Deng’s determination, the other end fell silent again.

After who knows how long, another person’s voice, aged, came through: "We agree to your terms. The deal is done."

Before Biden could exhale, a faintly mocking voice came from the other end.

"Mr. President, I admire your courage. With a ninety percent mortality rate, even if you survive, there’s a high chance you’ll lose sanity and become a monster. But it’s your choice; we won’t stop you."

It felt like an Evil Ghost screaming sharply, three-headed dogs crawling out of Hell, along with some indescribable allure, as if the devil is whispering:

"Mr. President, let’s toast to the new world together."